Waking in a roadside park in Ohio in December
The winter weather chills you to the bone
Or that time our engine blew in the desert, I remember
The kind of heat that makes you pray for home
I'm sure we would have got a room if we'd had a dime to spare
There wasn't too much money in those days
We slept on dirty floors and couches, and we never seemed to care
And we did the gig no matter what it paid
When we stepped out on the stage, our troubles faded all away
We put everything we had into the sound
What beer was left, we drank and threw the money in the tank
And we hit the road to another town
Looking back, maybe if I'd lived my life a little different
I might've written better songs to sing
But if living that way made me who I am today
Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing
After breaking down in Kansas, we walked for miles to a trailer
We were met by double barrels at the door
She let us use her phone, and we left her all alone
Things like that don't happen anymore
After all this time, I know, from every mile to every show
The price you have to pay for living free
Sleeping in a motel bed when I could be home instead
Dreaming bout the way things used to be
Sometimes, I step out on the stage, and my mind turns back the page
And the music takes me back to that place
Thoughts of people come and gone like a tidal wave come on
And I feel a smile spread across my face
Looking back, I can see us now, when we were only learning how
With no idea what each new day would bring
And if every foolish choice was what it took to find our voice
Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing
Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing